Pleasure Bay (12 page)

The focal point of the room was a four-poster bed with swaths of white sheets falling from the top, the swags held back invitingly. On the bed were lots of pillows and white bed coverings. At the foot sat a large rattan chest with a plush cushioned top—also in white. Hardwood floors and wood accents were a perfect match for the light linens and island accents. Sydney noticed a quaint hand-carved freestanding mirror in the corner. The room was comfortable and inviting, and she loved everything about it,

Jaxon moved to the nightstand and picked up a remote. “Turn around, baby, and prepare to be amazed.”

He aimed the remote at the wall of all things, and it suddenly came to life, folding back upon itself as it opened wide, the ocean a mere hundred yards away.

She walked onto the porch, which was now a part of her bedroom, and stared out at the moonlit water. Jax stepped in behind her at the railing, his arms surrounding her, his hands clasping the railing on either side, closing her in. His chin came to rest on her shoulder as he bent nearly double; he was that tall.

“Welcome to paradise. It’s a far cry from New York City, hmm?”

“I might never leave.”

“Hopefully, before the weekend’s over, I can dazzle you with a few other surprises that might come close to impressing you as much as the view.” His hand moved, sliding up her arms to cup her shoulders. “Since time is short, let’s get started, shall we?”

His fingers slipped beneath the edges of her dress, teasing as he placed a kiss along her jaw, just below her ear.

“Come back inside, my willing submissive. I’d like to play a bit.”

He tugged her by the hand; she had no choice but to follow. He stopped by the foot of the bed and shrugged off his jacket, which he folded neatly in half and laid across the bed. He seated himself on the rattan bench, spread his legs wide and pulled her in close.

“Sit.”

His one word was so commanding that she found herself bending her knees and perching on a hard muscled thigh without another thought.

His caressing hands, coiled around her hips, pulling her in closer.

“Tell me about your fantasy, baby. To be spanked and dominated, when did that start for you?”

“Um…” she startled, her brain scrambling for an answer. She hadn’t expected more questions after the thorough application up front. Her face blazed with heat. “I, uh, well… it’s kind of embarrassing to put into words. I thought you read my file.”

“I did. An over-the-knee spanking by a dominant man, very nice. I want to know more, why OTK specifically and when it all began. I also want to know what lies beyond what you put on paper because I have found, the application is usually just the tip of the iceberg. There is always more, often a vast amount more, lying beneath the surface.”

She swallowed, her mouth and lips suddenly gone dry. How could she tell this man, a practical stranger, about her fantasy in the grotto? That she dreamed of having her wet cheeks slapped for being disobedient or having a naughty tongue. Or the other hundred daydreams she had about a man in charge, that man having suddenly taken on the persona of Jaxon St. Clair. Could she tell him that she imagined being bent over the rail on the porch as soon as she saw it? That she wanted him to restrain her hands at her back while he took her hard and fast from behind? Should she tell him how she dreamed about more than a hard hand on her backside, but instead that she practically drooled over the paddles, straps, and floggers she’d seen online? Or of being made to kneel on all fours, naked and accommodating before her dominant, while he fingered her freshly spanked cheeks and dripping wet pussy as he prepared to fuck her.

“All of those thoughts that went through your mind just now, Sydney. That’s what I want to know.”

Her hands flew to her burning face, she couldn’t possibly tell him all that. Dear lord!

“Okay, baby. We’ll work our way up to it. You can be open with me, Sydney. I’ve been in the lifestyle for over ten years. I have seen and heard a lot and am quite open-minded.” Patting her hip, he guided her to a standing position between his long legs. “Let’s remove some easier barriers first. Your clothes, beautiful. I want them off. Now.”

He eased down her zipper, pushing the straps from her shoulders. When he was done, the snug dress remained in place, hugging her curves rather than falling to her feet with a whoosh, like in a romance novel.

“Pull it down and step out of it.”

His hand stroked up the back of her thigh as she tugged it down in front, bending to pull it over her feet. As she straightened, she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-length mirror in the corner. In matching beige lace bra and boy shorts, she made an erotic picture in the glass. Her face aflame outrivaled her gleaming red hair as she stood all but naked between his widespread thighs. She felt and saw his hands glide over her hips, one sliding around to run across her flat belly. Thank heavens for all those crunches at the gym.

“Very nice. The bra next, Sydney. Then turn and let me see you.”

Unbelievably obedient, she did exactly that. When she faced him, his eyes were level with her already swollen breasts and peaked nipples.

His gaze flicked over her face as his hands slid up her belly to cup her full breasts in his palms. “Beautiful. We’ll leave the panties on for a bit, until you feel more comfortable.”

“That might not be until Monday.” Her whispered response garnered a chuckle.

“Let’s hope I can do better than that, hmm?”

Mesmerized by this man, she watched as his dark head leaned in, pressing a kiss to the flat area between her breasts. It was soft, a mere brushing of lips against skin, then he was moving. Or rather, she was as she found herself tipped over his lap.

She squealed in alarm.

“Easy now, we’re going to start with a warm-up spanking, to alleviate some of your nervousness.” His hand stroked up the back of her thigh and her whole body jerked. He kept on though, as if allowing her a chance to get used to his touch. His fingers traced over her lace-covered bottom, cupping it, and squeezing her cheeks gently as if checking fruit at the market for ripeness. Mortified, yet incredibly turned on, Sydney felt wetness gush between her legs, soaking her panties. If he checked there, he’d know instantly how much she wanted this.

His hand left her briefly, only to return with a firm smack, followed by another, and another. They were light and through the lace, hardly stung as she’d imagined they would. It was nice, not at all what she’d expected.

“These are very pretty, but they’re in my way. Let’s lose these, too.” As he spoke, he pulled her panties over her bottom and down her thighs where he left them wrapped around her legs an inch or so above her knee. His palm met her bare skin this time and a loud smack echoed through the room. “Ah… much better.”

That one had stung. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for more. The anticipation of another blow made her tremble as a flutter began in her belly and her heart thudded in her chest. Her skin felt charged with electricity, alive with erotic sensation. Naked and vulnerable, her body draped obediently over this powerful man’s lap, she realized the enduring fantasy she could only imagine before, of submitting to a man’s control and accepting his dominance, was now a dream come true.

Another pair of spanks landed on each check, this time lower and closer to her thighs. They brought warmth to her previously untouched skin. As the heat rose with two subsequent blows, it rivaled the burning that was building in her core. An elusive tingle low in her belly foretold of an approaching climax. Yes, this is exactly what she’d longed for.

Jaxon stopped, pulling her panties the rest of the way off. “Spread your legs for me, Sydney.”

She hesitated, not knowing what he planned next. A much harsher blow landed at the delay.

“What was the first rule I gave you tonight?”

Her mind scrambled and came up with it, “Obedience?”

Yet another blistering swat landed.

“Sir,” he urged.

“Oh! Yes, rule number one was obedience, sir.”

Two more breath-robbing blows, before he asked, “Then why are your legs still together?”

Instantly, she opened for him; her feet, still encased in her heels, slid easily across the wooden floor.

“Good girl. Now lie still while I explore a bit.”

A riot of sensations washed over her as his fingers dipped between her thighs and grazed her sensitive skin. They slid across her cleft teasingly until she spread even wider and canted her hips downward, parting herself more fully to his seeking fingers, a clear invitation for him to take more from her.

With a pleased hum, Jax did. Finding her tingling clit, his fingertip circled and flicked it, gently eliciting a moan from her previously silent lips. In reward, he repeated it, rounding it slowly, this time ending with a brief pinch. She pressed back against his hand with a whimper.

“Be still now, while I play.”

He began to in earnest, teasing her clit for long moments, then sinking his fingers deeply into her aching center. Her pussy was tingling and clenching, her legs trembling from the delicious feel of his hands on her, inside her. Sydney felt an orgasm building inside her, rapidly approaching the surface.

“I’m going to come, sir.”

“Do it, baby. I want to watch you come apart in my hands.”

He laid a half dozen sizzling spanks all over her tender cheeks before diving back inside with two fingers in her center, a third working her clit. The combination of pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge and she came hard, crying out as she convulsed violently over his thighs. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, kept her safely in position, while his fingers finished her off.

A moment later, she collapsed weakly over him, her body twitching every so often in the aftermath.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, baby girl.”

Chapter Seven

Jennifer lifted her head, watching the lighted path of the tropical forest get smaller as her captor carried her across the pebbled beach. She had asked him twice during the jaunt through the forest where he was taking her and the second time she’d received a smart slap on her rear with the promise of many more if she asked again.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was getting closer. Finally, he put her down, holding her shoulders to steady her while she found her footing. “You doing okay, princess?” he asked, wrapping her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

His gray eyes held glints of silver in the twilight. “Yes, sir,” she replied, a brief smile of approval in his eyes.

“I’m going to remove your bonds. You are not going to try to run, are you?” His words were firm and even; as he spoke, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her lower lip.

“No, sir,” came her breathy reply.

“Good girl,” he said, smiling. “Do I need to explain what will happen if you do?” His face inched slightly closer to hers as he spoke. His firm, even voice dropped an octave and the expression in his eyes hardened.

“No, sir,” she said, trying to shake her head.

“Very good,” he said, turning her to face the water.

Not more than a couple of feet in front of her, at the water’s edge, sat an inflatable raft. He was loosening the material around her ankles as she looked out across the water at a large yacht approximately a hundred yards out. Did he mean to take her from the island? How would her security guard keep an eye on her if he did?

Jennifer felt a twinge of real fear for the first time since encountering this man. He had not given her an answer when she asked him outright if he was her fantasy man. He’d toyed with her instead, answering her question with another question. She wasn’t 100% positive that Vance had been watching while they were at the falls either. What if she really had given them the slip by deviating from her schedule and this guy was for real?

She could feel his fingers loosening the knot at her wrists as he stood behind her. Her eyes roved up and down the small area of beach and shoreline. No cabanas, no bungalows, no lights.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the island,” she said, trying to keep her voice from quavering.

The knot slipped free and he loosened only one wrist, holding the tied one up behind her back as he had at the falls. He leaned down close to her ear. “It doesn’t matter what you think, sweetheart. I’m the one in control. Now step into the raft.”

His voice was controlled and even, firm but not demanding. Despite the fear quivering in her belly, the submissive inside her melted when he used that particular tone. His breath, so close to her ear, sent a shiver down her spine to match her quavering belly. There was one sure way to know—to find out if this was all just a part of her fantasy—but she didn’t want to pull the plug on it just yet. If she lost her nerve and misjudged the situation, if she used her safeword too soon, it would completely kill the fantasy for both of them.

“Do we need to do this the hard way, princess?” His lips closed around the upper edge of her ear as his hand came around in front and took hold of her breast. She didn’t know whether to gasp or moan and the awkward sound that left her lips must have been a bit of both.

Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest and as much as she tried to step forward, she couldn’t. He ran his tongue along the back edge of her ear, and down the side of her neck. If this was his idea of the hard way, she was warming to the idea quickly.

“I untied the restraints for your safety.” His warm words met her collarbone, followed by a slow, wet kiss. His hand moved over to her other breast, tracing her nipple with the tip of his finger. “Just in case for some reason, the raft was to tip over on the way to the yacht.” The warm fingers on her breast started to travel south. Cupping her sex, he pulled her into him, allowing her to feel how hard he was.

An unstoppable moan left her lips, and her pussy clenched. She fought the urge to grind her bottom into his stiff cock.

“I will put you back in restraints if I have to.” He ran a finger along her cleft, sending a bolt of lightning to her clit, eliciting a soft whimper. Thunder followed as he pressed that finger into the wetness between her lips, stroking her tight bundle of nerves ever so lightly. “It’s clear you want this just as much as I do. Will you be my good girl and get in the raft now?”